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(my) thoughts speak only of you: the nightmarish fairytale of a (crumbling) spirit tied to a lost soul maybe, if I give you my (heart), it (will) mend the cracks in yours tomorrow night, I will (fall asleep) under cut-glass comets, trap them in my dream catcher and gather them for you in the morning: (soon), the hurt in your eyes will be eclipsed by stardust (from) solar system eyes to renewed heart, you will be happy (life’s cruel), I know, so let me paint a smile onto your lips: cherry red’s your (poison) remember when we gorged on cherries, and they stained your tongue? (but) wait! (I) am yet to fix your hair: let me bottle a waterfall so that it will cascade into glinting curls of liquid pearls it will bring out your eyes, especially when you smile and finally, what I (desperately hope) to do is breathe the last ounce of strength (that) I have from my soul into (yours) by remembering what you said to me last night: “I know you (won’t) believe me, but I think you’re beautiful.” You’re right – I didn’t I’m sorry.
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Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 11:35 AM UTC
(can we be saved?)
(my) thoughts speak only of you: the nightmarish fairytale of a (crumbling) spirit tied to a lost soul maybe, if I give you my (heart), it (will) mend the cracks in yours tomorrow night, I will (fall asleep) under cut-glass comets, trap them in my dream catcher and gather them for you in the morning: (soon), the hurt in your eyes will be eclipsed by stardust (from) solar system eyes to renewed heart, you will be happy (life’s cruel), I know, so let me paint a smile onto your lips: cherry red’s your (poison) remember when we gorged on cherries, and they stained your tongue? (but) wait! (I) am yet to fix your hair: let me bottle a waterfall so that it will cascade into glinting curls of liquid pearls it will bring out your eyes, especially when you smile and finally, what I (desperately hope) to do is breathe the last ounce of strength (that) I have from my soul into (yours) by remembering what you said to me last night: “I know you (won’t) believe me, but I think you’re beautiful.” You’re right – I didn’t I’m sorry.
for my best friend
h-fox
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Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 11:35 AM UTC
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